Rick Moran, writing in Rightwing Nuthouse, takes on the left wing’s fighting keyboardists, comparing them to the chickenhawks of the right.
The netnuts are fond of calling those of us who support the mission in Iraq chickenhawks. What do you call someone who sits on their ass in front of a keyboard, railing against the President, claiming that the United States is falling into a dictatorship, and writing about how awful this war is and yet refuses to practice the kinds of civil disobedience that their fathers and mothers used to actually bring the Viet Nam war to an end?
I call them what they are; rank cowards. There should be a million people on the mall today. Instead, there might be 50,000. Today’s antiwar left talks big but cowers in the corner. I have often written about how unserious the left is about what they believe. The reason is on the mall today. If they really thought that the United States was on the verge of becoming a dictatorship are you seriously trying to tell me that any patriotic American wouldn’t do everything in their power to prevent it rather than mouth idiotic platitudes and self serving bromides?
I think there were well over 100,000 people on the mall yesterday. There might have been 200,000. It was not a small demonstration. But Moran is right about one thing: any blogger with the ability to get there should have been there. Any blogger that thinks they can be more effective sitting on their ass is just making excuses for their laziness. We need to flood the streets of our capitals, we need to flood the inboxes of our representatives.
The rest of Moran’s rant is…well…moronic. But he is right about this:
To the anti-war crowd I say get off your asses and stand up for your convictions. If you seriously believe American democracy is in danger, don’t just sit like a bump on a log and pontificate about it; get up on you hind legs and fight. As it stands now, you’re all just a bunch of intellectual exhibitionists with as much commitment to ending the war and saving democracy as my pet cat Aramas.
And, oh yeah, help Sam Brownback.
